Dog
Sitting quietly, eyes full of wonder
Always curious
Like a small boy, he jumps for the leaf

He was a beautiful dog,
His silky hair looked soft, a rainbow of gray
He looked so peaceful and calm
I decided to approach
I took a step, inching forwards, slowly
1 step closer
I could hear his panting loud as a mosquito trapped in your ear
1 more step
I could smell his fur, he smelled shampoo, rubbed away in the grass
another step, I was almost there
I could see each tiny vein in his eye,  like a net of blood stained rivers
slowly, I took another
I could taste the damp air imbued with his spit
I took the last step
I could feel – his furry mouth against my cheek as his teeth sunk in

Pain
This was called pain
I stood silent? What does one do with pain?
I remembered; I screamed
I cried; I ran
He had punctured my skin and my ignorance
He bit through my curiosity and my cheek
Eleven holes in my face
But the one that hurt most was the one in my innocence

Boy
Sitting quietly, hardly says anything
Always confused
Like an old dog, he lays still